Laura stared at me like she’d seen a ghost. Or maybe something worse—something she had buried so deep, it hurt just to look at it again.
Her fingers curled tighter around the coffee mug, and I could see the way her knuckles whitened. Her lips parted, but she said nothing. Not yet. Her eyes flicked down to the pendant around her neck, then to me, then back again—as if comparing, calculating, unraveling.
I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
The wolf by the door—Ronan—let out another growl. Lower now, uncertain, like even he could feel the shift in the air.
I took a hesitant step forward. "That pendant... the Scarlet Fang. Where did you get it?"
Her face went pale. She turned away suddenly, like the words had slapped her, her body stiffening as she faced the window instead of me. Her voice cam
